Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Charles Mingus,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Hashim,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.